Page 26 of For the Love of Lilah
“I saw someone. Stay here.”
“No.” She grabbed his arms and held on. “It was just a couple of kids with a treasure map. I scared them off.”
“You—” Furious, he braced on an elbow. Despite the dark, the anger shone clearly in his eyes. “Are you out of your mind?” he demanded. “You came out here, alone, to face down two intruders?”
“Two terrified teenagers with a treasure map,” she corrected. Her chin lifted. “It’s my house.”
“I don’t give a damn whose house it is. It might have been Caufield and Hawkins. It might have been anyone. No one with an ounce of sense follows potential robbers into a dark garden alone, in the middle of the night.”
She had her breath back and studied him blandly. “What were you doing?”
“I was going after them,” he began, then caught her expression. “That’s different.”
“Why? Because I’m a woman?”
“No. Well, yes.”
“That’s stupid, untrue and sexist.”
“That’s sensible, factual and sexist.” They’d been arguing in furious whispers. Now he sighed. “Lilah, you might have been hurt.”
“The only one who hurt me was you, with that flying tackle.”
“I didn’t tackle you,” he muttered. “I was watching them and didn’t see you. And I certainly didn’t expect to find you out here sneaking around in the dark.”
“I wasn’t sneaking.” She blew hair out of her eyes. “I was playing ghost, and very effectively.”
“Playing ghost.” He shut his eyes. “Now I know you’re out of your mind.”
“It worked,” she reminded him.
“That’s beside the point.”
“It’s precisely the point, the other being that you knocked me down before I could finish the job.”
“I’ve already apologized.”
“No, you haven’t.”
“All right. I’m sorry if I...” He started to push himself off her and made the mistake of glancing down. Her robe had come loose during the fall and lay open to the waist. Like alabaster, her breasts glowed in the moonlight. “Oh, Lord,” he managed to say through suddenly dry lips.
She’d lost her breath again. Lying still, she watched his eyes change. Irritation to shock, shock to wonder, wonder to a deep and dark desire. As his gaze skimmed up, came back to hers, every muscle in her body melted like hot wax.
No one had ever looked at her just that way. There was such intensity in his eyes, the same focused concentration they had held when he’d struggled to block out pain. They roamed to her mouth, lingering there until her lips trembled apart on his name.
It was like moving into a dream, he thought as he lowered himself onto her again. Everything was just one click out of focus, soft and fuzzy. His hands were in her hair, lost in it. Beneath his, her lips were warm, beautifully warm. Her arms came around him as if they had been waiting. He heard her sigh, long and deep.
His mouth was so gentle on hers, as if he were afraid she might vanish if he dared too much too soon. Yet she could feel the tension in the way he held himself, the way his hands fisted in her hair, the way his breath shuddered out as he brushed his lips over hers.
Her limbs grew heavy, her head light. Though she wanted to keep her eyes open, as his were, they drifted closed. The most pleasant of aches coursed through her as he nibbled delicately at her parted lips. Her murmur mixed with his, indecipherable.
The grass whispered as she shifted beneath him. Its cool, fresh fragrance seemed perfectly suited to him. As his fingers slid softly over her breast, she heard her own quiet moan of acceptance.
She was unbelievably perfect, he thought dizzily. Like some fantasy conjured on a lonely night. Long slender limbs, silky skin, an avid and generous mouth. The sheer physical pleasure of her was like a drug, and he was already addicted.
Murmuring her name, he skimmed his lips to her throat. There her pulse beat like thunder, heating her skin so that her scent tangled with each breath he took. Tasting her was like dining on sin. Touching her was paradise. He brought his lips back to hers to lose himself on that glorious edge between heaven and hell.
She could almost feel herself floating an inch above the cool grass. Her body felt free as air, soft as water. When his mouth met hers again, she let herself drift into the new kiss. Then it happened.
